Godfather of Veird here. You can call me G.O.V. for short (Spell it out folks. I’m not a Governor…yet). I am writing on behalf of the Policemen in Pickups, the group in which I sing and play rock 'n' roll guitar. We are in the midst of some really exciting and fun times for the band.

We are about to record two singles and a cover with our brother Magic Matt at The Den in Woodland Park. We are soon going to release two singles for your listening pleasure. Also we are revitalizing band merchandise in the form of collectibles like 7” records, coasters, pint glasses, and t-shirts. Though we are known for rocking live, we realized we needed to make our presence known in other spaces besides the stage.

The live rock show to us is the reason for writing and arranging original rock songs. To us, the show culminates everything we stand for: spectacle, excitement, improvisation, danger, and the completely bizarre. The stage is a sacred ground where we can express both our satisfaction as well as dissatisfaction with the current state of consciousness we live in. As the years have gone by, my musical brothers and band mates and I have made sure to keep the rock 'n' roll spirit alive. With every performance, we get closer to one another by listening intensely to what each instrument contributes to our veird rock compositions. It brings me great joy to say I have been in a musical group that never takes rocking for granted.

The performance is a defining medium for all musical artists. Last night I witnessed a beautifully strange performance from my favorite Japanese pop musician, Kyary Pamyu Pamyu. Her music can be described as tremendously cute Harajuku-inspired cartoon music performed by a 22-year-old fashion icon who sings alongside four psychotically dressed backup dancers. I watched in amazement as I took in this completely strange event. As the absurdly dressed Kyary sang her songs with a simple backing track, I felt overjoyed. Two people dressed as colorful plush bears ran around a stage littered with massive (and seriously cute) props—stuffed animals, large pieces of candy, giant manga comic books, and more.

Kyary's beauty is truly unique.

Though the music Kyary performed was the antithesis of rock 'n' roll, I watched her use every ounce of energy in her body to deliver the message of the song. Even if the song was about chewing chocolate candies, Kyary exuded passion and sincerity. It seems that Policemen and Pickups and Kyary aren’t all that different. Every single chance we have to share our music is a blessing to us and we can’t imagine ourselves ever performing at half speed. We are completely committed to delivering our thoughts and emotions through the medium of song and we will continue to do so until we can no longer continue.

We do it for the friendship, laughs, and thrill of mutual creation.

As one quarter of the PIP crew, I thank you for reading and I hope you stay tuned for some fantastic audio and visual creations.